Song of Songs 4:11-15

11Your lips drip sweetness like the honeycomb, my bride, honey and milk are under your tongue. The fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.

12You are a locked garden, my sister, my bride; you are an enclosed spring, a sealed-up fountain.

13Your shoots are a royal garden full of pomegranates with choice fruits: henna with nard,

14nard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon with every kind of spice, myrrh and aloes with all the finest spices.

15You are a garden spring, a well of fresh water flowing down from Lebanon.